The Heart of the World -[Haru::Ironic]-

[Haruchai]

The world of Prynh, a magical realm filled with danger and wild promise. All manner of beings call Prynh their home; humans and elves, as well as dwarves and magical beasts and beings of all types. Among these are the anthros, humanoid beings with traits of animals and humans alike, intelligent as any human and yet blessed with the senses and instincts of the animals they encompass. Once thought nothing more than wild beasts, as the Magisters of Prynh conquered the wilderness and civilized parts of it, they found that the anthros were one of the most promising races. Now they number among the best protectors and knights of the land, superbly suited for the wilderness in ways that mere humans and elves are not. The Magisters command great magic, and this is what civilization is built upon. Able to command those primal elemental forces, the Magisters are made up of members of all the sentient races... except the anthros. None of that race has yet to rise to the rank of Magister.

Scattered about Prynh are the bastions of civilization that the Magisters have carved out of the land - places where the sentient races gather and make their homes, relatively safe from the wilds of Prynh that hold dangers which would bring most to their knees. Or their demise. Luckily, most beasts do not stray from their territories, and the cities and fortified towns of Prynh discourage the monsters. One such city is Marsippi. Located in the southeastern part of Prynh, this city is expansive, and a hub of trade in the south. Set upon the shores of Azure Lake, ships are a constant sight in the city, transporting goods and passengers. The streets of the city are filled with all manner of botanical life, and some of the streets can only be traversed by boat.

One of the most famed buildings in Marsippi, and some even say in all of Prynh, is the Bednia Academy, a school reknowned across the land for producing the best knights and protectors of the land. Of the dozen or so Magisters of Prynh, no less than half are graduates of this Academy. The school teaches those with promise in magic how to harness their powers. It also teaches all fighting arts, both unarmed and armed. Professors at the Academy specialize in various areas, from utility and defensive magic, to more destructive arts and divination. Students are held to a very high standard, as most cadets strive to become Knights of the First Order. Only those inducted as Knights ever have the chance to attain the rank of Magister, and that is only after climbing through all ten Ranks of Knighthood.

Amarok is one such promising student. Though slightly older than his peers, due to a few discipline problems that held him back, Amarok is now starting to come into his own. A wolf anthro with snow white fur, Amarok possesses everything that the Magisters look for in their best cadets; a peerless intinct and a quick mind being the most important. Not only quite intelligent, even if he tries to act otherwise, Amarok also is a superlative example of a wolf anthro. Several times stronger than a human man, faster than an elf, and with senses to back all of that up. Now getting close to graduating, and ascending to being a Knight of the First Order, Amarok is looking forward to graduating.

The wolf has honed his skills in the more destructive arts, a practitioner of evocation magic. Able to call upon the powers of the elements, Amarok employs fire and lightning to augment his excellent skills with the sword. Blending these into a whirlwind of combat prowess, the anthro is shaping up to be one of the best warriors in all of Prynh. Unfortunately, though he is very in touch and in tune with nature, he lacks the one type of magic that would make him one of the most well-rounded warriors in the world. Healing. Amarok simply has no knack for it, and in truth that does not hamper him much, since all cadets are trained to work in teams. No student is expected to go through the Trial alone, and teamwork is a conerstone of being a Knoght, much less a Magister.

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Amarok padded down the hallway of Bednia Academy, his white fur practically gleaming in the morning light, brushed and washed as it was. The slight sound of his armor could be heard as he moved. The tempered steel plates backed with leather to padd it against his body and silence it. His weapon was at his hip, and the gauntlet that allowed further focus of his magic locked upon his arm. He felt ready, and his bright yellow eyes were bright as he entered the auditorium. All the students now ready for the Trial had been called to this place, each to be assigned a partner for their Trial, and sent out into Prynh with various missions to complete. Were they successful, and lived to return to Bednia, then they wuld be inducted into the First Order, being a Knight in full.

"Amarok!" a fellow cadet called, out, a young human male by the name of Jaerth. The young man waved and came over. He and Amarok had shared a few classes, and the young human male was one of the best healers in the Academy. Because of this, Jaerth had high hopes that he and Amarok would be paired together for the Trial. He could not ask for a better Sword than Amarok. He had little martial skill in attack arts, but his defense was nigh impregnable. Which was nice, but often led to more stalemates than anything, as he was left untouched but simply did not have the capacity nor heart to kill. Jaerth knew he would never become a Magister, but on the path he had set for himself he would likely become one of the most powerful Hospitalers.

"I knew you'd be all set! How you feeling big guy?" Jaerth asked, looking up into the wolfish face of the seven foot tall anthro.

"I'm feeling strong!" Amarok answered and smiled at the human. "And you? Are you ready for your Trial?" he asked.

Jaerth nodded. "I am! I'm hoping that I get a Sword as good as you!"[/b] he exclaimed.

"There's no other Sword as good as me." Amarok boasted, and winked at the young man.

"Pfft! I know that! But you know all of us Hospitalers hope to be paired with a strong Sword. It's the only way we'll survive! You guys have it easier I think, knowing that even if your Hospitaler falls you can likely survive. For us, if our Sword falls we have to beat a hasty retreat!"

It was true in some ways, though a Hospitaler could always heal themselves as well, the process was slower and not as 'natural'. They were made to heal others, and often took along healing potions to speed along their own recovery. Swords were the martial practitioners, and dubbed as such even if they wielded magic, like Amarok. Hospitalers were the healers, able to channel blessed magic into others to knit wounds and mend bone. Under the care of a Hospitaler, especially a talented one, a person could be brought back from the cusp of death itself, sometimes in a matter of hours if a Hospitaler was well prepared. There were other specialties as well; Summoners who were able to call on supernatural beasts to fight for them, Clockers who controlled time in one manner or another, Geomancers who had control over various terrains and could turn the land on their enemies... and several others. Each cadet had shown promise in some area and the Magisters would assign the teams to best complement one another to complete their Trial.

Soon the room was called to attention and the Headmaster came in, preparing to speak to the cadets and give the assigned teams their orders.

 

[Ironic]

The morning air was crisp as it grazed against Zara’s elegant tawny pelage. Time has undoubtedly passed quicker than she had anticipated. The day has finally arrived to set out on an assigned Trial that will be the tell-all to her future. The hallways grown to be chaotic as fellow cadets jumbled around for their last minute preparation sessions. Distress, apprehension, and tension… an aura that was predictable for the moment. Zara would be dishonest if she said she didn’t feel a dash of dread of what the Trial would bring her, but as onlookers were to peer over their shoulder to get a glance she would appear as if it were another day.

Blue eyes that sparkled like a sea full of sequins was the only facial feature identified through her masked face. A bright red crisscrossed ribbon was securely strapped on her right thigh where an arrow quiver was placed. A side pocket on the quiver allowed for potions and various items to be placed inside. Zara’s fingers outstretched to grip promisingly on her weapon of choice, a bow. A cape did its justice in cloaking her, granting her access to easily slip into the glooms if needed. The paved flooring snapped underneath her feet as she sauntered against it, her voluptuous hips and long tail swaying with each step.

Zara was one in a million, being the first female anthro qualified on becoming a marvelous candidate for The Knights of the First Order, let alone a potential Magister. Very agile and quick to think, uncountable times has she astonished professors and cadets. With an outstanding love for the world that encompasses her, healing magic stood out like a sore thumb and became her secondary forte. Aside from Jaerth, Zara is the best known female healer alongside her incomparable archery talent. The job always got done when Zara was put to it.

The hallway that led to the Trial room seemed to take longer than usual. By the passing minutes the day was becoming more real and the feeling of accomplishment was beginning to nestle inside – but that would be false since the Trial still awaits. Setting foot into the boisterous room, Zara casted her eyes over the scene to see if anyone she favored would be partaking in today’s events. A few stood out to her, but one student in particular immediately brought displeasure. Amarok.

They’ve known each other since freshman year at the Academy, but once they’ve had their first conversation the tension instantly raised. Very different beings with unalike interests and studies. As much as the two wanted to try and get along, nothing ever worked out which concluded to keeping their distances. Zara admired the wolf, though. Watching him from afar in training sessions she would focus on his agility, how he seized his sword with a sturdy hand, his stance, everything. Just by examining she has learned so much from him. Even going as far as admiring him. But his personality was distasteful and didn’t sit well with her.

Keeping to herself, she would quietly find a seat in the back. Digits gripped at the hood of her cape to lay it down against her shoulders, long thick strands of tresses released from their boundaries. Her black mask jerked down to display her desirable ruddy lips.

Abruptly the area grew silent. Headmaster Ryze made his way towards the podium, hands clasped in front of himself with an aged tome in between them. Bowing his head down with eyes sealed it seemed he was in deep thought. All eyes focused on him, giving the elven Headmaster the upmost reverence. He placed his ancient hardcover on the lectern, licking his thumb and index finger to flip to the first page.

“Good evening, my precious young minds. It is a pleasure to be standing in front of you as I give you your final assessment.” Ryze’s green irises made their rounds to peer over everyone underneath him. “The Trials that I have assigned to each individual and their partners has been well thought out and planned accordingly. There is no exchanging whatsoever.” Breathing out through his widening nostrils he spun an additional page, clearing his throat once more. “I will commence calling out the names of the allotted allies and giving them both their trial in secretive in my headquarters.”

 

[Haruchai]

As the headmaster called them all to attention the room stilled and murmuring ceased. Though a fair man, Headmaster Ryze was also known not to tolerate nonsense in his presence. Each cadet was expected to uphold a certain decorum, and especially in the presence of the Headmaster those standards were to be met. Clearing his throat Headmaster Ryze was handed a large piece of vellum by one of the teachers, and with a nod he began to read out the names of those that had been paired together. The names did not seem to be in any particular order, and Jaerth was one of the first names called, paired with an elven female named Feniira. A Bladedancer of considerable skill, the elven female seemed quite happy with her partner and as the names were read those assigned to one another naturally found each other in the crowd and were pulled to the side. Jaerth gave Amarok's arm a pat as he'd been called, but dared not speak, though as the comely elven Bladedancer gave hima nod, her emerald eyes bright, Jaerth beamed and shot Amarok a thumbs up.

Name after name was called, each duo, and the rare trio, moved to the side. Finally, after nearly forty-five minutes, only two cadets remained standing unpaired. Amarok and Zara. There was no doubt now whom each wold be teamed with, yet as was expected and to make it official, Headmaster Ryze read their names. Amarok had been watching, listening, and as those around him were pared away like the layers of an onion, he soon realized who he would be teamed with. Not that he had any problem with Raza. In fact, he rather liked her. She was one of the few anthro females in the Academy, and her skill was well known. They'd met several times, and immediately found one another a little abrasive. Not that they could not work together, it was simply that they clashed a bit. Amarok could respect her, and he found her rather pretty. If only he could muzzle her then they'd get along much better and he might even hang around with her more. Amarok's style of battle was... destructive. Not that any way of killing was considered clean, but as a cadet with healing, and her bow as she attacked from a distance - Amarok's style with the blade and his evocation magic - might seema bit barbaric or uncouth. It played to his wolf instinct and love of the hunt. Of course, in his own mind, Zara was a pretentious bitch. Looking down her nose at others while she practiced filling enemies with holes from a distance. Not brave enough or skilled enough to get in the face of her enemy and watch the light die from their eyes.

Amarok sighed and his yellow eyes, baleful to some and beautiful to others, easily found the young female standing alone not far away and Amarok walked to her, gave a perfunctory nod, and then walked to the end of the line, being the last called. Now they had little to do but wait. Amarok was of the mind that they saved the best for last, and he had to admit, albeit grudgingly, that Zara was a decent match for him. The problem was whether or not they could work together without trying to rip one another's throats out.

The process to gain entry into the Headmaster's chambers was even longer. Calling names and watching cadets pair off was easy enough, yet giving the assignment and explaining what was expected took a little time, and Amarok leaned against the wall as each team was called and admitted. Finally, after over thirty minutes of waiting, Amarok spoke softly to Zara. "What do you think they will have us do?" he asked, starting a small conversation.

Even as they spoke quietly, the line slowly dwindled and after a time Amarok and zara were called into the office, the last of the cadets. Headmaster Ryze was there, seated behind his desk, and yet an unexpected presence was there at well. A Magister. Not only that, but from the armor that was worn, a Judge Magister. These men and women were the pinnacle of their profession, Judges that presided over the other Magisters even, upholding the law and order of Prynh. Who watches the watchmen? The Judge Magisters. Law dictated that their armor cover their faces, so that nobody knew who was beneath it, and their voices were magically altered. The identities of the Judge Magisters was a mystery, and kept that way in a very purposeful manner.

Ryze was as cheerful as ever as Amarok and Zara were ushered in, the door soon sht, leaving the two cadets with the Headmaster and the Judge Magister. "Zara, Amarok, please have a seat." Ryze said, and would wait until they did so. When next he spoke, the Headmaster was full of praise. "There is a reason that the two of you were picked last, and the saying of saving the best for last certainly applies. The teachers and myself have watched your progress with interest and see a foreshadowing in your potential, and even in your names. A and Z, the beginning and the end, Alpha and Omega. As such we took special and careful consideration on the Trial that you twomight undertake. We believe, as do the Magisters, that you are destined for great things."

Ryze took a moment to let those words sink in, and soon continued. "As you know, to the north of Marsippi lies the Tempest Peaks. So named due to the great storms that constantly ravage the mountains. Deep within the mountains you will find a series of caverns, and in the heart of the mountains resides a crystal. You will know it when you see it. We require that you retrieve this crystal and deliver it back here, to myself and the Judge Magister." the Headmaster told them.

"You will be given access to several items that you might find useful on your journey, and you have no time limit in which to complete your task. There is a small settlement at the base of the mountains, in the valley before you would begin your ascent. The village is called Ferndale, and they will be expecting you. Once there you will seek out a man named Hagen, and he will give you a map of the area. Without this map it is easy to become lost in the Tempest Peaks." Ryze went on to explain.

It seemed that the assignment was straight forward and yet held so many variables. The Headmaster directed any other questions to be given to Hagen at Ferndale. Once dismissed and exiting the Headmaster's Chamber, Amarok turned to Zara.

"I suppose we should get moving. We should grab a few things to prepare and perhaps meet out in front of the Academy. The Headmaster said that we would be given access to a few things to help us along our journey, so one of us should go and talk to Beatrice about that." Amarok said. Beatrice being the older professor in charge of the Academy's warehouse of assets - from weapons to potions and various items both magical and mundane. "Did you want me to go, or did you want to do it?" Amarok asked, unsure about doing it together since they might argue about what to bring along.

 

[Ironic]

Names of the paired allies continued to roll off of Headmaster Ryze’s tongue, Zara’s name was nowhere to be heard as of yet. Drumming her foot irritably those flagrant eyes of revulsion stared at the wall to her right. Zara was a very conceited feline, even going as far as to think she could do this trial just her lonesome. Why would I need someone when I am more than capable of doing this on my own? She would think to herself as she crossed her arms against her bosoms.

Students continuously stood, the rows of chairs clearing out. It was evident who Zara would be paired up with as the last two sets exited themselves. Amarok. An indistinct snarl echoed in her throat, miserably exhaling the air that was trapped inside her lungs outwards. Obediently she risen upward, bowing her head in deference back at the wolf who she would be working with. Pivoting her heel she would shadow Amarok, standing after him as she positioned her cloak back up to avoid small talk. Unfortunately it didn’t work as the wolf made an effort to make conversation.

Placing her cloak back down, Zara heaved a sigh. “I know as much as you do. To be honest I think it might be somewhat difficult with us two together.” She admitted in her response. With all of her arrogance aside it was apparent that together they were exceptionally powerful, which would promote a demanding Trial.

Entering inside of Ryze’s headquarters Zara was taken aback that a Judge Magister also shared a room with them. Nodding her head at the duo she would seat herself respectively, crossing her legs femininely. It was a privilege to be in the same room as a Magister, a Judge Magister out of all of them. It was almost hard to contain her growing excitement.

The compliments were too much, rarely causing Zara to redden in her cheeks. It was such an honor to be praised by the Headmaster, she could even feel the same effect reverberating from Amarok. The task was thoroughly explained and didn’t seem as hard as what she envisioned. As long as they obtain the map from Hagen the two should be fine. As well as surviving in the highlands. Without giving the two any chance to respond or inquire of anything they took their leave and paced down the walkway side-by-side.

“It will be best for me to speak with Beatrice. There I will gather scrolls and potions for our journey. The travel will require horseback but only until we reach the base of the mountains, the rest unfortunately on foot. I am already dreading the tiresome walks.” Zara’s heals clicked underneath her as she paced evenly with him. “Speaking of becoming tired, I will also grab the cottage dice and the tent supplies.” Reaching the end of the walkway Zara twisted around to face Amarok, bowing before him before her departure. “I will meet you back at the entrance of the Academy. Feel free to do as you wish in the meantime.” Revolving back around she would make her way to the warehouse placed on the right side of the building.

Gripping her hand into a balled-up fist politely Zara knocked on the wooden entrance, treading backwards waiting to be welcomed. The door moaned as Beatrice unlocked it, grinning brightly to see Zara’s face. “Hello dear, I assume you are here for your items to take with you?” The old woman asked.

“Yes ma’am. May I step inside?” Courteously Zara asked, a nod of Beatrice’s head signaling her to walk inside of the storeroom.

“What is it that you are looking for?” Beatrice questioned as she followed close next to Zara to be of assistance in her needs.

“I am in search for potions for healing and regaining strength, as well as a good bundle of dominant scrolls. A cottage dice as well as a tent. And two horses for traveling purposes.” Zara answered as she took it upon herself to pick up a potion, inspecting the quality.

“I can do all of that for you my dear, but I am afraid I only have one horse, will that still be enough?” Biting the inside of her cheek Zara had no choice but to accept. This would mean having to ride along with Amarok. Shrugging that thought out of her head, Zara requested a few more items.

“I also need some arrows and a reliable weapon for Amarok.” His name alone would allow the woman to pick out a prized weapon for the mightiest male of all. As Zara paced around the warehouse Beatrice gathered her requested items and tied them on the saddle of the equine, handing her the assorted potions, scrolls and arrows.

“I wish you and Amarok the best of luck, my dear.” Beatrice smiled as she waved farewell, Zara taking her leave as she met up with Amarok in the front of the Academy with the sterling silver stallion. Once Amarok made his appearance Zara found it upon herself to explain that there was only one horse left.

“I apologize for the inconvenience. I did get you a weapon to make up for it.” Zara was not all that bad of a person. Though she may be bigheaded she still takes others into consideration. Even if the weapon is not one of Amarok’s choosing. “Do you mind being the driver to the steed?”

 

[Haruchai]

Amarok had stayed quiet during their small briefing and as they were dismissed and Zara offered to go and speak to Beatrice, Amarok's eyes narrowed just a little. Normally he might have protested and yet he knew that Zara would not do anything to jeopardize their Trial. She wasnted to complete it as much as he did, and in this he had trust for her. It still rubbed him a bit the wrong way and yet what choice did he have unless he wanted to risk a full-blown argument right there in the corridors and show the other cadets the emotional strain this was putting on him. Amarok was known to be cool under pressure and it was true that he kept his head. That didn't mean that he was not nervous at times, but he kept his focus. Dealing with zara was no different. Amarok nodded. "That sounds like a plan. I'll go and gather my things and then stop to gather some rations and the treasury for some coin. I am sure that we'll need some at some point." he told her, and that was when they had parted ways.

Each team had a stipend that had been alloted to them and Amarok gathered his things and the gold crowns and soon met Zara outside. There, several of the other teams were also preparing to leave for their Trial. Others had opted to stay behind and plan a bit more, scheduled to leave on the morrow. With the distance that Amarok and Zara needed to cover it was best they left as quickly as possible. Jaerth and his match, Feniira, were nowhere to be seen, and Amarok could only hope to see his friend again soon, and both of them be made Knights of the First Order.

The horse that Zara had been given was one of the most sturdy in the stable, able to carry both anthros with little trouble. A massive warhorse dubbed Granite. The animal was steadfast and had not even tossed his mane as he'd been led out to the yard. Amarok and the beast were well acquainted, as he'd learned his horseback riding on Granite. Patting the horse's withers Amarok shook his head. "I don't mind at all. Would you rather sit in front or behind?" he asked. The saddle was really only made for one, and her most comfortable position might actually be in front of him.

Once they'd decided on how best to ride, Amarok drew the blade that Zara had picked for him. "Any idea of what it might do?" he asked, peering carefully at the blade. It was etched with some sort of inscription, minute in size, and he couldn't read it. "I'm sure we'll find out at some point." he said cheerfully, and sheathed the blade, then hopped up onto Granite. Extending a hand to Zara he would help her up and soon they were off.

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They'd decided to take the route that wound around the east end of the lake that Marsippis nestled at the edge of. Mainly because no matter which way they had gone once they reached the northern shore and horse would have been needed anyway, and any outpost where they might have purchased one would have gouged them for as much coin as possible. This was known across Prynh as the "Trial Season", and everyone all across the land was on the lookout for the cadets. It was a time to make a bit of money, legally, off of the business ventures of the school. Magisters, for example, were never charged for anything and so the opportunity to make some profit was fully taken.

The day wore on and as the sun began its descent toward the horizon, Amarok slowed Granite's progress and said, "We should stay close to the lake. That way we can fish and have a source of water." The reasoning was sound and he could only hope that Zara would agree. They had a couple of hours left, but unless they wanted to go night fishing then they'd have to stop soon. Amarok spoke again. "Granite has everything in those saddlebags. One of them doubles as a backpack, and it should be able to hold all of our things." It was a pretty standard magical item for excursions such as this. A small extradimensional space affixed to the bag that allowed it to hold much much more than what it appeared able to. To add to that, all one had to do was think of an item inside the bag and it appeared at the top, ready to be grabbed.

As they continued around the edge of the lake, Amarok pointed out a spot where they could stop and set up their cabin that would also serve as an excellent place to fish from the bank.

 

[Ironic]

Zara paid little attention to what the weapon actually looked like and its capabilities. Squinting her eyes as she surveyed the hunk of artwork before her she drew to a conclusion. “I am going to take a wild guess and say that the engraving is something to do with triggering the blades full potential. Perhaps when we get into the base of the mountains we can obtain a magnifying glass to read it?” Zara recommended as she looked at him then back at the saddle.

As Amarok hopped onto the trusty steed and outstretched his hand, politely she grasped onto it. Embarrassed, she had to turn her head the other way as she chose to sit in front of him. It was a snug fit, Zara feeling the arch of her back forced up against him. Her head tilted down as her cheeks reddened, not knowing what to do in this situation. What is he thinking about this? She pondered to herself as Granite began to tread.

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It seemed as if they traveled for days already. The sun that was once high above their heads now settling against the horizon, the moon taking its place to dominate the night. A faint growl echoed from Zara’s stomach, the lake’s waters displaying a perfect hunting ground. “Staying close to the lake would be a very wise decision. Before it gets too dark we should stop soon and grab some dinner, as well as getting a fire started.”

Once Amarok found a suitable place for being stationed for the night, Zara sprung off from Granite and positioned two fists alongside her hips. “Very nice.” She whispered as she gazed out towards the perfect sunset before her. “I’ll start getting set up.” Excavating through the side pocked of her quiver she drew out the purple dice-shaped object. Gently placing her hands on both the top and bottom of the dice, she would turn them in opposite directions. A calm purple glow radiated from the unlocked dice. Zara set the disturbed object down and paced away a great distance as the dice rapidly shaped itself into a cabin. It was an almost instantaneous affect.

It was a rather small cabin, only containing a bed to sleep in and a porch to sit on. Usually cabins are only for sleeping purposes. What more is needed? It would cause for an awkward first night of slumber, and Zara was dreading it regardless of how tired she really was.

“I’m starving!” Zara groaned as her stomach angrily growled once more towards her. “I bet I can catch the biggest fish.” Taunting Amarok, Zara smirked as if she already won the competition. “You may be a warrior but do you ever pay close attention to nature and its surroundings?” She questioned him as she drew her bow, grasping an arrow from her quiver. “You get too far ahead of yourself and just dive into the situation. It would be handy to learn the world around you and how it works instead of basing everything off from pure instinct.” Interrogating him, she would place the arrow into the strings of the bow, walking slowly to stand at the end of the grass by the lake. She would extend it to her full arm’s length as she grasped the bow’s rope, licking her lips before biting down on them. The scales of a large Salmon shimmered underneath the rays of the dying sun. That was when she knew it was time to let go of her tight hold on the rope. SWISH! Bullseye! The once live Salmon now ridden with death as it began to float towards the top of the water.

“See what I mean?” Conceitedly she spoke, gripping the arrow and pulled up her sopping wet 1 ½ foot long prized possession. “I highly doubt you could do anything like that, you just simply lack the talent for it.” Grinning sadistically she dropped the fish on the ground. Zara knew she had this in the bag, but she still awaited for his response.

 

[Haruchai]

Though he would never admit it, Amarok actually quite liked how Zara was pressed against him. Her backside was shapely and soft in all the right ways, and the smell of her filled his nostrils as the wind passed over them. There was no mention made of it, and Amarok managed to keep any arousal under control. Luckily. If he noticed the way her skin flushed and her cheeks reddned he made no comment.

Maybe he knew better.

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Amarok stretched as he dismounted Granite, and was about to help Zara down when she hopped off on her own. Then the blathering started. One moment she was setting up the cabin (which was a little smaller than Amarok remembered), and then she was going on about nature and holding hands or some other girly shit. Flexing his left hand, the gauntlet magically silent as he made a fist, Amarok walked to the edge of the water and brought up his right hand to rub his chin as Zara put on a little display of skill.

"Impressive." he told her and then, with a wolfish grin - because he really had no other kind - Amarok posited a question. "So what you are saying is that were I out on this Trial alone that I'd not be able to sustain myself because I know little about bowfishing?" he asked her, trying to make sure that he understood what she was saying. "Interesting." he said, and suddenly thrust his gauntleted left hand toward the water, speaking a single word.

"Fulmen!" he said, the arcane word spilling off his tongue with practiced ease. What followed seemed to happen in slow motion, though in fact it happened in a split second. First the smell of ozone, almost overwhelming even as the hairs on Zara's body stood on end, slightly tingling. Then, from Amarok's outstretched palm, a blueish white light as the bolt of lightning cracked outward. There was no accompanying thunder like there might be under natural circumstance. Instead there was simply the buildup and discharge of evocation magic as he channeled his power through the gauntlet. The water crackled as the electricity struck it, dissipating along the suface, though how deep the charge went was evident as a dozen or more fish floated to the surface, quite dead.

Turning to Zara with that same grin he retorted, "You were saying?" With a snort he waded into the water to collect his fish, some of which were a little cooked already, and he piled them on the back and then looked about. "I'm not sure there's enough wood here to gather to cook. Maybe in the cabin?" he mused, and went to check. There was none inside, but there was a small woodpile just outside and to the back. "Here we go." Amarok said, and sat about building a suitable fire, using the small folding spade to dig a decent little hole first before stacking the wood just so and using the kindling to soon have a roaring fire.

Amarok offered Zara the frying pan first. "Ladies first, right?" he said, a smile on his lips.

 

[Ironic]

“That’s not what I am saying.” Zara huffed up her chest, narrowing her eyes as her face twisted in aggravation. “It’s nothing to do with bow fishing. All I am simply trying to get at is that you need to understand the world around you. If you became a Healer it will open your eyes to everything. It will show you things you haven’t known before. And it’ll even make you the best male anthro that ever walked this land!” She tossed her hands up in the air to add emphasis on her words.

Her eyes kept onto Amarok, watching him attentively for his scene in the spotlight. Zara couldn’t help but roll her eyes in revulsion. “You just act like you know it all when in reality you don’t.” With clenched teeth she spoke, sizing up the wolf before her.

The rumble of his arcane command startled Zara enough to make her wince. Abruptly the bristles that was dispersed throughout her frame began to do handstands. The current of electricity escalating with each fleeting second. Neon blue flickered in her irises, the lightening crackling down to strike the water below it. A beautiful display of the voltage scattering around like tree roots in the water was a sight to see. And the power that surged off from him was remarkable.

Nodding her head sluggishly she admitted “Not too shabby, my friend. But why do you have to resort to magic and not your survival skills? I think it’s pathetic somewhat. Are you just a wolf who hides behind magic?” Her provoking developed to be more personal, and even she knew that it was crossing some lines.

Once the roaring fire was lit and bright in color, she added “Oh? Lighting a fire without a flick of the wrist to commence your lightening?” She chuckled before continuing, “Now that is impressive.” Zara was the type of girl that thought her own shit don’t stink. Also her “know it all” attitude didn’t help her out either. Crackling sounds emitted from the wood that was burning, sunny flames danced with the wind as it stung Zara’s face in a comforting way.

“Was that intended to say that my place as a lady involves cooking for pigs like you?” She hissed as she glared at the metal handle on the pan that mirrored the sight of the blazes twirling. Stomping her feet on the ground she approached him, bending her head within inches from his muzzle. “This isn’t funny and you should be ashamed of yourself for a crude comment.” Silent she stayed for a moment, letting her words of anger sink inside of that thick skull of his. Her eyes stayed glued to his yellow hues before darting her own away. Snatching her raw prize she sat crisscrossed away from him and took a heartily bite, bones crunching as blood poured from the sides of her lips.

The glare never ceased, staring him down as if he were next to get chomped into as she severely masticated her food. Her swallow was hard, her throat tensing as the meal made its way down her esophagus. “I don’t get why we were paired together. Everyone knows we’ve never been close or cooperated together. It’s some bull shit.” The anger persisted as she opened her maw to bite down once more, tugging away the flesh barbarically.

 

[Haruchai]

"It's like you didn't learn anything at the Academy. Not all of us have the same talents, and not all of have the same abilities. Could I learn to be a Healer? Of course I could, but it does not com naturally to me, just as Evocation magic does not come easily to you. One specializes in what they do best. You think that to kill one does not have to know healing and that is not true. I know where to strike, and how to strike best, and that takes knowledge of your arts as well. Not everyone can be a Healer and just becaue you are does not put you on a pedestal." Amarok said, his voice tinged with a bit of frustration. This was why he and Zara did not get along. Pompous pretentious bitch. The beauty of her physically was soon overshadowed by her arrogant and know-it-all manner.

The comments after his display merely made him shake his head. "If it is pathetic to use all the tools one has to the most expedient result and the best of their ability, then I suppose I am the most pathetic person in the world. Of course, I have the ability to rely upon solely my survival skills, and magic is one of those survival skills." he retorted, and when he saw that she was not going to worry about cooking her fish he merely shrugged and used his knife to gut his own and began to fry his meal.

"I could have lit the fire with magic, but why? Just to get more grief from you? I did it the way you wanted me to and still you badger me. aven't you heard the saying that if you don't have anything nice to say, keep your damn mouth shut?" he asked, which of course was not the saying, but his irritation with her was starting to come through.

Once more her comments were meant as a jab when he'd been nothing but nice to her. Looking at her, eyes narrowed a bit, Amarok shook his head. "It wasn't meant that you should cook for me. If you'd open your ears I was merely offering to allow you to eat first. You know, being polite. Ever heard of it?" he said, a bit of a snarl in his voice as his fish started to sizzle over the fire. He could have eaten it raw, as she did, but he actually liked it cooked, and liked the crispy burnt skin.

Amarok sighed as he used the small metal spatula to flip his fish, the pan smoking a little. This time he didn't even look at her as he answered. "I am sure that our pairing is meant to be as much of a Trial as the mission itself. One needs to be able to show that you can work as a team, regardless of who it is. We may not get along well, but you said it yourself that together we're a powerhouse. You should take comfort in that." His eyes finally lifted as he looked at her, scooping the fish from the pan to put it on a plate. "There's plenty of fish for in the morning as well. I'll hang it up to keep it away from predators. You're welcome to some of course." he told her. Not one to stoop to her barbs, Amarokwas determined to show he was the more even-tempered and inclusive of the two. Sitting by the fire he let his fish cool for a moment before he tucked into it, the skin nice and crispy just as he liked it. Once the meal was done he sat back, belly full. Though he knew he'd get grief for it his next comment still had to be said. "I'll sleep outside and let you have the bed in the cabin." he told her.

 

[Ironic]

As Zara chewed her food slowly she listened to Amarok and what he had to say in response to her bad-mannered comments. Though it didn’t show on the outside, in the inside she began to feel slightly upset with herself. If she could learn to manage her temper and change her egocentric ways then the Trial would go much smoother and stress-free.

The two of them sat soundlessly as they ate their dinner. Repeatedly the conversation reran in her thick skull, but she couldn’t say the same for Amarok. It was hard to read what he was feeling. Occasionally her blue hues would glance up towards the wolf only to hastily look back down. She didn’t want him to see her infrequent glimpses. Her meal was finished and her stomach was full. Outstretching her hands she yawned, the supper initiating her to grow tired.

“There isn’t any way that I could allow that to happen, Amarok.” She replied to his mention, sitting up and gluing her eyes on him. “Though I may disagree with some topics I am not a bitter person in that manner.” Her eyes were wide open as if she were never tired just a moment ago. “There’s some space on the floor small enough for me. I will sleep there and you can have the bed. No instigations.”

With palms on the ground she lifted herself up, tossing away the remnants of the Salmon before stretching one last time. “We need to start heading out early in the morning so we will need to get going on our rest. No sense in acting on behavior just to not get a good night’s sleep.” Zara made her way towards the cabin, the warmth of the flames gradually disappeared.

Stepping foot inside the snug cabin she would note the bed and the small space below it. There was two pillows and blankets, taking one of each and making a comfortable spot on the rugged floor. She fluffed her pillow before resting her weary head on it, ensuring the blanket covered her body warmly. Wondering when Amarok would step inside of the room, her eyelid grew heavy and soon she allowed the sleepy to succumb over her.

 

[Haruchai]

Though she tried to hide the furtive glances aimed his way, Amarok was keenly aware of Zara's slight shift in attitude. Whereas her training had concentrated on her archery, and her healing, his combat prowess had concentrated on things like situational and spatial awareness. reading a foe's body language, and small inflections in tone and posture could sometimes spell the difference between life and death. Amarok noticed, but her caustic manner prevented him from inquiring. Which was just as well. The large wolf found the feline a bit abrasive, but with a minor attitude adjustment there had certainly been times he'd wanted her. At least physically. She was gorgeous, and the only thing which had kept him from pursuing her was her mouth and what was assuredly an acidic valley between her legs that would dissolve any prick that tried to wrench any amount of pleasure from her. Amarok had asked around, and found that she concentrated solely on her studies, as most of the cadets did, and he wondered if she knew how to have fun at all.

With a sigh he acquiesced to her demand that she sleep on the floor. He was not going to argue the point, when it was obvious that between the two of them she was the far more stressed of the two and would need more rest to get through this Trial without cracking. Remaining silent as she said her peace, Amarok watched one of the Academy's finest behinds as Zara moved into the cabin, her hips swaying in a tantalizing way whether she realized it or not. With an exhale Amarok tended the fire and had it roaring, spitting and popping, as he moved to Granite and got into the bags, geting his own blanket and pillow that he'd brought. The bag had plenty of room, so why not?

Moving to the cabin he could hear Zara's soft steady breathing, deep and rhythmic in her state of sleep, and Amarok slipped into the cabin. Standing over the sleepign female Amarok took note of how gorgeous she was, and pondered only a moment before he bent, scooping her into his arms and cradling her for the briefest of moments before he laid her gently, almost tenderly, into the bed. "Sleep tight, caustic healer." he said, the irony of the juxtaposition not lost on him. The female was a swirling riptide of dichotomies, and Amarok himself was likely no better. Each individual had their foibles and yet it was hard to see it in yourself and so easy to see in others. That was the way of the world, wasn't it?

Unless Zara awakened to once more spit venom at him, Amarok slipped out of his enchanted armor and gauntlet, the items making scarcely a noise as he set them to the side and stripped down to his loincloth, then settled on the floor. Bound and determined to get some sleep, the wolf would close his eyes and hope it claimed him quickly.

 

[Ironic]

It didn’t take long at all for Zara to be drifted away in deep sleep. Her breathing as soft as a feather. Dreams would sway in and out from her unconscious mind, changing so hurriedly that she wouldn’t have been able to recollect them. Amarok undoubtedly liked her best in this state while her mouth was sealed.

Hands ever so softly embraced her small frame, warmth and comfort suddenly overtaking her as she was pressed against Amarok’s chest. The new sensation caused the feline to open her tired eyes unimportantly, only to see the wolf’s muzzle above. Why does this feeling bring comfort and protection to her? The sensation didn’t last much longer, her head gently placed on the pillow and her body sucked into the cushioned mattress. Zara’s conscious state swam in and out until darkness wrapped her visions yet again. It was plausible that she was far too drowsy to argue about Amarok placing his hands on her. Instead, she carried on with her slumber as if nothing even happened.

​

Striking, the daybreak rays of the sun shinned against Zara’s closed eyes, causing her to shut them tighter to block the invasive light. When her attempt failed she was forced to peel open her eyelids, squinting before rubbing the sand out from them. Down below her hands the material felt quite different from what she last remembered from last night. Casting her eyes downwards she would notice that she was on the bed instead of the floor. In fear she jolted up to see where the wolf was, only to find him taking her spot. “You selfless bastard.” The cat whispered as her head shook in disbelieve, until a remnant image appeared in the back of her head. “So that’s what happened…” She carried on as she remembered Amarok cradling her to the comfort of the bed.

Stealthily she tiptoed out of the bed, silently walking past the sleeping beast to slither out of the cabin. She had slept with her clothes on last night and thought now would be a good time to adventure off and bathe in the lake nearby. Heading over to Granite where he stationed himself beside the cabin, Zara gently stroked his main and trailed her fingers down to his long and sturdy neck. “We’re going to go on a little ride, okay?” She steadied herself before springing upwards, resting her rear on the saddle. Taking hold of the ropes she struck her hands up to command him to go fourth. Obediently Granite followed her commands, traveling half of a mile downward from the cabin.

Carefully she dismounted Granite, standing firmly on her two feet. The sight was gorgeous, the air fresh and crisp, and the water clear like a diamond. Not wanting to waste any more time she was quick to remove of her clothing, tossing it in an empty baggage while grabbing her new set of clothing. She kept her mask and cape. Sticking out her big toe she dunked it into the stream of water, ensuring it was good enough to bathe in. It was on the bitter side but nothing she couldn’t stand. Both feet nestled against the rocky bottoms, already reaching up to her thighs. Her fur stood straight, goosebumps appearing over her pale flesh. “Brr….” With teeth chattering she muttered to herself.

The water was cold but it would be no use to sit there and try to adjust to the temperature change. Inhaling a deep breath, her entire body disappeared as she dunked it into the liquid. She held herself there momentarily before jerking up, gasping for air. It was a perfect way to wake yourself up, definitely chilling you down to your core. With gentle hands she caressed her body, removing the filth that was embedded in her silken fur. Her nipples perked up from the chills, her lean body showing more once her damp fur embraced her curves. She removed herself from the water and changed once her coat dried, mounting Granite and taking off back to the cabin.

Fish sat beside the fire that died down long ago, the smoky scent still lingering. Clasping a sturdy piece of wood nearby she would twist it inside of a hole she cut from another piece. Twisting and turning, a spark caused a reaction to ignite a flame. Softly she blew on it as she tossed it into the pile, the flames dancing as if it never had ceased. Silently she sat by herself, cooking six fish one-by-one in the way that Amarok enjoys. Two would be hers and the rest his. That wolf could absolutely eat, watching all of the fish he guzzled down from the previous night.

After they were heated to perfection Zara ate hers silently, waiting for her partner to awaken from his rest.

 

[Haruchai]

From his spot on the floor it took a bit longer for those rays of the sun to reach Amarok, and the wolf had been entirely unaware as Zara had moved from the cabin, her natural propensity for stealth a bit of a boon in this case. Unlike Amarok, whose claws were fixed, as were most canines, the feline could retract her claws, padding silently when she wanted to. Amarok had trained in stealth as well, but likely would never be as skilled as the felines. Stealth and stalking were the feline's bread and butter. The wolf tended to hunt in packs, and Amarok worked better with others, whether he wanted to admit it or not. The jaws of the wolf though - strong enough to crack and break bone. They each had their merits, and perhaps this was why the Headmaster and the Magisters had chosen this team. Regardless, the sun did peek into the windows a bit more, and the great white wolf awoke. Yellow eyes squinted against the sun and he sat up, realizing that Zara was not there.

Getting to his feet he cursed softly when he saw that Granite was gone. ~What the hell is that cat up to?~ he wondered, for he saw that she had not taken everything, and he wandered out of the cabin and down to the lake. The water was cold, but he did not take long to wash up a bit, the hair of his body pretty much self-cleaning. Drying some with one of the towels, he moved to the far end of the little cabin and sat down naked on the grass to meditate. A warrior's path called for great focus. The ability and wisdom to commit violence at a moment's notice even if the ultimate goal in one's life was peace and an end to such violence. In his meditative trance he was aware that Zara had returned but she did not seem to be distressed and in fact stoked the fire back to life and began to cook breakfast. Maybe some sense had come to her after some rest since she was cooking far more than she could personally eat.

Soon Amarok rose from where he had been seated and walked around the side of the cabin, still quite nude. He was fully sheathed of course, but his balls swung to and fro as he grinned at Zara for a moment. "Cooking breakfast? Let me go put something on and I'll be right out." he told her, grinning wolfishly. Without waiting for a response he moved into the cabin, where overnight the magical dwelling had cleaned his clothing and his armor. His too if she'd bothered to take them off. Slipping on a simple loincloth, sewn to hold him in place he soon exited the cabin again, muscles shifting and bunching under his skin. If there was one thing about Amarok it was that he was well-built and had a classical warrior's physique. Wide in the shoulders and deep in the chest he could have been a sculpture given life.

Taking a seat across from Zara he smiled. "Good morning. Did you sleep well?" he asked, not intending it as a jab, but realizing as it escaped his mouth that she might very well have to say something about his actions the night prior.

 

[Ironic]

His footsteps against the dewy grass allowed Zara to know Amarok was making his way towards her. Turning her head over her shoulder she would catch a glimpse of him and his birthday suit, quickly turning away to shield her eyes in utter embarrassment. “Um… You think?!” She shrieked at his comment to put some clothing on. “At least I bathed away from you out of respect!” Her heart fluttered uncontrollably. Breathing fast and cheeks reddened. Zara would be lying if she said that she didn’t enjoy seeing himself that way. His body was shapely, muscular, and definitely suitable for her tastes in a mate. But that nudity was simply uncalled for. As he made his appearance again and sat across from her she only looked up to see he barely covered himself, but she couldn’t complain.

“I prepared you four fish for breakfast.” She spoke as she handed him his meal, beginning to work on hers as he took it. “I know you enjoy it cooked so I tried to prepare it the way you enjoy.” Her teeth broke into the scales, the crunching sound echoing inside her eardrums.

The silent chews terminated once Amarok inquired how she slept. Damn…. She was trying to avoid the subject and act as if it never happened. “I would have slept better if you would have kept me in the same spot I was in. But nonetheless, I appreciate what you did.” Sitting silent after her words she took another bite of her fish. Amarok would probably be taken aback by her new attitude. Without doubt it took everything she had in her to not yell about him placing his hands on her. This was a big step in readjusting her attitude, but she couldn’t promise that her attitude wouldn’t sometimes slip through.

With a full stomach Zara stood back up, outstretching her hands to loosen the tightened muscles. “If we stay on this path by the end of the night we should make it to Ferndale. Since it’ll be late we should stay in for the remainder of the night and search for Hegan in the morning.” Walking over to the cabin her hands would glide in the air majestically for a brief second, muttering the command “Shrink.” The cabin rumbled briefly before that familiar purple glow gleamed through the windows. Without hesitation the once large cabin now merely the dice once more, Amarok’s belongings was the only thing left in the area where the cabin use to be. Tucking the cube back into a bag on Granite, she would jump up to sit in the front like before.

“Ready whenever you are.”

 

[Haruchai]

There was no way that Amarok would have missed the reaction to his state of undress even if Zara would have denied it. Which would have been assured if he'd asked. Of course most anthros had keen senses, but being born into the warrior caste Amarok's ancestors had bred particularly keen senses into his bloodline, and then the Academy had honed them further. It was part of what made the wolf so dangerous. He might not have seen her reddened cheeks nor felt the heat from her flushed skin since he was not close enough. Yet the way her heart fluttered in her chest, like a little caged bird, was all too clear a signal to the Sword. It had made him smile, and he'd rather enjoyed the glances he got as he exited the cabin and took a seat across from her. He ate slowly and took his time, basking in the rising morning sun, and letting her drink in the sight of him as much as she liked. Amarok had never been shy.

"Thank you very much for breakfast Zara." he told her, the sentiment heartfelt. At the thanks for letting her have the bed, in her roundabout way, Amarok waved it off. His bright yellow eyes settled on hers a moment as he said, "I could not in good conscience let you sleep on the floor. I need my Healer well rested and ready, no matter what else is going on. My life is in your hands." he told her, which was the truth. Conversely hers was, or might be, in his as well. A Sword was expected to keep their Healer safe. Amarok knew she'd fight that notion every step of the way, but he took such things to heart.

Once he was done eating he gathered his things, slipping on the gauntlet and locking it in place, then the rest of his things, the sword the last piece of equipment. Making sure that the fire was put out he tried to leave the land as they had found it, even filling in the makeshift firepit with the small folding spade that he'd used to dig it. Putting all the things into the magical pack he soon mounted up onto Granite right behind Zara. She was soft and warm against him, just as the other day, but yesterday he'd taken the time to cleanse his mind and body a bit before they'd convened for the assigned Trials. Today there was no such luck, and within the first hour of riding, their course agreed upon, Amarok's body began to show signs of his arousal at her extremely close proximity.

 

[Ironic]

A mere hour into the course and it couldn’t have been more excruciating. It was going by so sluggishly. If Granite was ordered to go any faster it would wear him down before they would arrive. Let alone with carrying the duo and their luggage. The sun began its own passage, rising progressively into the deep blue skies. Casting its beaming rays down on them, Zara would grow irritably warm. Her mouth began to gape open, panting slightly. Anthro’s could not sweat from their skin like humans, needing to pant in order to cool down.

The arch in her back started to feel something digging at her flesh continuously. Adjusting her hips she would readjust her position, the continual nudge remaining there. “Amarok. Please secure your Sword more strongly. It’s starting to dig into my back.” She sighed out, taking her digits to run through her locks of hair, moving the strays to her back.

Her bosoms gently leapt as Granite continued to move, the apparel she chose for the day more revealing than the last. Those long well-formed legs dangling against Granite, her leveled abdomen showing the lines of her energetic figure, her cleavage giving off hints to how shapely she was underneath the invasive clothing, and her clavicle erect to show how feminine she correctly was.

“It’s so hot….” Zara cried, the rays seemingly stronger. Why was is that the heat made you so tired? Zara thought to herself as she panted once more, her eyelids attempting to close themselves for her. Repeatedly she tried to fight it, only to lean her head back against Amarok’s chest as her battle was defeated. The rhythmic trotting and the rising heat triggered her to snooze soundly against the wolf’s plush coat. Her ear was pressed against the left side of his chest, hearing the ease of his ventricles contracting and emptying deep within his thoracic cavity.

As she catnapped her gullet begun to purr tenderly, occasionally she would brush her head against his chest. Affection was a sign of her heat soon coming, rubbing her pheromones on potential males or on areas that would attract suitable mates. Soon the scent will gradually become more enticing, but for now it gave off little to no trace.

Zara’s eyes fluttered open briefly before realizing she had slept, finding herself resting against Amarok’s powerful torso. Immediately she removed herself from him, sitting straight upwards and began clearing her throat awkwardly. The sun had moved quite a ways, more than likely another hour had passed by as she slept. “My apologies, you could have kicked me off from you, you know.” Softly she spoke, but loud enough for Amarok to hear. Did she really feel this comfortable around him, with all of the bickering aside? The feeling was something unusual and she couldn’t place a finger on it. It’s difficult to try and explain a feeling, you just have to feel it yourself to understand.

Ahead of them forests were in sight. “Maybe midway we can make a pit stop and grab some fresh berries and some wild hare.” She would suggest, her mouth already watering at the mere image of a juicy cooked hare. “Perhaps even some deer…” Her hunger was apparent as her stomach gurgled and Zara couldn’t help but let out a faint laugh. “If I am hungry then you must be famished.”

 

[Haruchai]

In the same state as Zara, Amarok found himself panting slightly as well. The sun beat down on them mercilessly, and though it got rather hot, it was the humidity from the lake that really made things miserable. The breeze that blew was not cool but quite warm, and as Zara commented about his sword, Amarok started to protest. The hilt of the weapon was nowhere near her and that was when he realized she was actually talking about his partially erect member, and Zara adjusted her hips, which didn't help his situation at all. He tried to adjust as well and merely managed to rub his hardening cock along her backside. Eventually she leaned back into him, and fell into a slumber, brought about by the heat of the day, as cats were wont to do. Amarok was a bit taken aback as she rubbed affectionately against him, and one arm slipped about her body, gently cupping and kneading one breast as she slept, unable to help himself with her ass pressed against his cock. Amarok closed his eyes and buried his nose gently into her hair, unaware of any scent she might be giving off, though his body certainly seemed to behave a certain way.

As she began to rouse he had already removed his hand from her body, though his yellow eyes peered down her front to watch as her breasts bounced gently with Granite's gait and how they swayed softly. Her words brought a deep chuckle from the wolf. "I did not mind so much. We're a team, and I support you. I would not wish your discomfort." he told her plainly. Her suggestion quickly brought a nod. "That sounds like a plan. Some meat would be wonderful." he said. He knew that in such an endeavor she would be the provider. His talents lay in the blade and stalking a deer well enough to use a sword was difficult, even for him. The only ranged weapons he had were some short spears, strapped to Granite in a way to keep them from being cumbersome, but they would have been best used for boar, and the plains here held few.

In another hour Amarok drew Granite to a halt, and dismounted easily and let Zara get down on her own, knowing she would resent any help he might give. There was peeks at her shapely backside as she dismounted though, and the way she lifted her tail brought that ache back to his loins. "If you need any help with anything, you let me know. I'm going to go ahead and find some wood and prepare a fire." he told her. Amarok then began to gather some of the wood in the area, which was not much, but would be enough to burn for a few hours anyway, and cook them a meal. There was little reason to set up the cabin, as it was merely for sleeping, but the wolf gathered the few things he'd packed for the trip and managed to set up the tent in a formation a bit like a lean-to, providing shade for the both of them. He trusted that Zara would find some game and he wanted to be prepared.

 

[Ironic]

Unmounting Granite Zara gripped her weapon of choice and smiled sadistically. “I’m just looking forward to getting something good to eat.” Her watering mouth already anticipated the meal that would soon come to her. “I will need help carrying my kill if it’s large. I will call for you when needed. The same goes to you.” Gripping at a quiver she readied her bow, crouching down stealthily as her journey began.

The sun was beating down on the top of her scalp, making it hard to try and not pant. She couldn’t risk being caught. Luckily the shade from the assorted trees brought shade, allowing the pursuit to be cooler than before. Avian’s happily chirped their own unique songs, finding potential lovers for their spring mating-fest. At least it dimmed down the sound of her footsteps.

It was far too hot for any wanderers to be out in the open. It would be smart for any animal to stay put in a well-shaded area, meaning Zara would have to travel further into the heart of the forest if it meant to grab a meal. It would be risky to tread but it had to be done. Exhaling, she lowered her weapons and jogged fourth to pass the time. Ten minutes passed before the sunlight was barely witness through the branches of tree leaves, the air serener and more pleasant.

A contorted Oak Tree stood high from the ground, thick branches wailing outwards with thick moss shielding the wood. There she took it upon herself to climb the monstrous Oak, perching on a high branch as she waited for her victim to stroll by. An occasional squirrel made its way through the grass, scavenging up unalike trees in search of a nut. Zara mastered her surreptitiousness, her breathing almost halted to a stop as her ears jerked in the directions of reverberations.

Twenty minutes passed and she was in the same position, unmoving and patiently waiting. It had paid off when a decently sized buck cavorted in the shade. With a steady hand she brought her arrow up, the quiver locked in place as her left eye closed, concentrating on the chest of her target. He moved unknowingly, grazing at the grass as he went his way. But his awareness slipped as he stopped his movements, head turning in the direction of a bush rustling. Then she would elegantly remove her grip on the string, the arrow whizzing past her face as its mark was met with succession. It has stiffened up, unaware of what had happened to him until the life from its eyes turned grey. Collapsing, the sound if its fall muffled by the ground underneath.

Excitedly the feline climbed down, racing towards her dinner. A smug smile wiped against her face, the buck still warm and his muscle tender and loose. “If only Amarok could see how talented I truly am.” Her nose stuck up thinking she was the shit. The arrow pierced the buck directly in his heart, and that even surprised Zara for her skill. Bending down she would grip at her arrow, using her foot to hold the buck in place as she tugged violently to remove it.

Rustling came from the bush again, Zara ending her movements to lock her eyes on the movements. A mother boar and two of her young came out, snorting as they made their entrance. Zara attempted to stay as still as possible, but the boar had already acknowledged her presence. The young wailed out in the sight of something different, and in protection the mother charged without a hint at the feline. With eyes widening, Zara bolted towards the Oak, her bow stationed on the ground where she had left it by the buck.

“Amarok!” She shrieked out, fear coating her words as she clawed at the bark. Her left foot dangled briefly enough for the mother boar to grip at her ankle, causing an unsettling screech to resonate through the forest from Zara. “AMAROK!” She managed to yell out again, using her other foot to try and kick off the feral pig, blood seeping from her new wounds. Her heart raced, unknowing if the wolf could hear her once she was deep within the heart of the forest.

 

[Haruchai]

The large white wolf had stayed behind, confident in Zara's abilities. Tending the fire he soon had it lit and he stoked the embers, not wanting it to get too out of hand on this hot day, the dry grasses ripe for a wildfire if he wasn't careful. Time passed, the fire subsiding and not needing watched as much, and he kept an eye on the sky, noting as time moved along. Zara was taking some time, but hunting was often a game of chance or luck. She might sit for hours and not find any game. It would have been nice to know where some of the local waterign holes might be, if there were any, and set up close by as the animals were sure to come and drink on such a hot day.

The sun beat down and Amarok had moved into the shade, adjusting the lean-to as need be while the sun moved across the sky, the heat making him pant and he slipped into a light sleep. That was broken by a strange screech in the distance, and he sat up, ears swiveling as he tried to determine what it was he had heard. There was nothing for a moment, then another cry, and he could have sworn it sounded like his name. Standing from where he was seated the wolf's ears twitched and he listened intently. Then the cry came again, and he distinctly heard his name, Zara's panicked cry quite some distance away.

"Shit!" he barked out, and grabbed his blade as he took off at a run toward where he had heard the yell. The long strong legs of the wolf ate up the terrain easily, and the small forested area was easy to spot. Plunging into the treeline he could hear movement and grunting squeals and he angled himself toward the sounds. The crooked oak was what he spotted first and Zara's feline form, though a bit contorted as she was trying to pull herself up into the tree. That was when he saw the boar, the feral swine obviously enraged. Which was not hard to do. They were notoriously short-tempered. The buck could also be seen and the bow that Zara had left behind on the ground. Amarok had to make a snap decision and it was easy enough to think of killing the pig, but it was probably just protecting its territory or something. Amarok didn't kill if he didn't have to, and so once more he called upon his magic.

"Ignus!" he growled, and his gauntleted arm burst into flame. Animals were notoriously afraid of fire and Amarok closed with the pig and as expected it whirled on him, red eyes full of rage... that quickly turned to fear at the much larger creature that seemed to be on fire. With panic in its squeals it turned and bolted and two tiny little striped babies broke from their cover and followed after their mother. That explained why she'd attacked, and Amarok dismissed the arcane flame and looked up at Zara. "Are you ok?" he asked, obvious concern in his voice. He could see her foot and ankle, and though it bled the swelling was more obvious from where it had been wrenched and bitten, likely sprained.

Holding out his arms Amarok beckoned to her. "C'mon, let's get you down from there. See if you can walk, though I can carry you if need be." he said, knowing that would hurt her pride, but if she couldn't walk then she'd have to apply some of her healing to herself. Helping her down from the tree Amarok's hands and arms were strong and true and he didn't drop her. He would set her gingerly on the ground and let her try her foot and let her determine whether she could walk or not. All the time his arms supported her, tenderly in fact, and his expression was one of concern.

 

[Ironic]

It took a moment to realize that Amarok had arrived as Zara continued her struggle with the boar. The flames were penetrating and did its justice with scaring off the swine, but once the grip was released Zara cried out in ache. The wound was deep and her ankle felt slightly limp. It was serious but nothing a little overnight healing could do.

All she could do was nod her head as he lend an aiding hand, helping her sit down on the ground as she adjusted more comfortably. She wanted to get up, to show that she wasn’t that weak. Who would get attacked by a boar? Her foot just managed to slip, that was all, but Zara wasn’t going to give herself the easy ticket out. “I-I’m fine.” Stuttering the words, obviously still shaken from the incident, she brought her hands to the ground and attempted to stand up. Her weight was placed on her good foot, already struggling to even put a toe on the ground. Her teeth dug aggressively at her bottom lip as she forced her foot down, a hostile moan vibrated in her throat.

“Damn it!” She pierced the air with her serrated tongue, bowing her head in failure as she threw her body on the ground in loss. She laid there silently, nipping at the inside of her cheek as to what she would say next, “I guess I do need assistance.” Her pride was stricken with one of her quivers, shattering like glass. “I will heal when we get to the tent. It’ll take some time but if you’re up for the job you can begin prepping the buck if you do not mind grabbing it on your way back.” Her eyes darted over her kill as she shook her head in disappointment. Healers were able to patch up their partners easily, almost no recovery time whatsoever. On the other hand, if they tried using their own magic on themselves it just doesn't work the same way, taking up to hours for

She felt like dirt on the inside, discouraged and embarrassed that Amarok saw her in this state. It was easy to read how distraught she was. This is what I get for being so cocky, huh Princess? She mocked herself, staring at the bloodied ground with a blank expression.

Her hands entangled around the sturdy neck of the wolf, feeling him scoop her up like ice cream. She couldn’t help but rest her head on his shoulder as he made his way back to camp. Tears started to broil in her eyes and a knot caught up inside of her throat as she struggled to keep her emotions to herself, not wanting to make her discomfiture any worse. The strain of the day caught up to her, burying her face into Amarok’s snow white coat, weeping silently in it as she held onto him tighter than before.

 

[Haruchai]

Amarok watched as Zara lowered herself to the ground and then tried to get up, his hands ready to catch her if need be, but she never even got up far enough to truly fall. When she admitted that she needed assistance he knew that was a blow to her pride and he made no comment as he bent to scoop her up into his arms. Walking over to the buck that had been felled he bent and let her grab her bow, loathe to leave it behind. Pulling her close to him, Amarok wanted to make her feel safe and protected in his arms, unassailable by the worries of the world. It was just an unfortunate turn of events and he wasn't sure how deeply it had affected her until she started to weep softly into his fur.

Her body shook softly, and Amarok found himself momentarily at a loss. It was very short lived though, as the soft heart of the wolf soon came to the fore. he was a killer, there was no doubt about it, but very few people, save for Jaerth, had taken the time to really get to know him, avoiding him due to reputation only, and in truth such shortsightedness hurt the wolf's feelings. Though he would never admit it, or even let it show. Yet there was something about this slight female in his arms, relying upon him, that tugged at something deep within him, and Amarok slowed his pace as they got back to camp. Moving to the lean-to he settled inside of it, cradling Zara against his chest and on his lap, one hand rubbing along her back in what could only be described as a comforting manner.

"It will be ok Zara. You know I am right here at your side, and you can rely on me." he assured her. That was the only commitment he could make, and though he was attracted to her in a physical way, Amarok dared not promise himself in any other way. Besides, she'd never have him. He'd figured that out long ago, and had resigned himself to that fact.

"I need to go back and field dress that buck and get the carcass back here. I'll be right back, but you have your bow." he told her, hoping that was a comfort. Unable to help hhimself he gently set her down and brought one hand up to cup her cheek a moment, the pad of his thumb rubbing softly beneath her eye as he looked at her with more than mere compassion. No, there was something else there, and he wasn't trying to hide it. Withdrawing his hand he stood and he was off at a lope, covering ground at an easy pace.

The buck was just where they had left it, and he drew out his hunting knife, slitting the beast open and removing the gutbag and leaving the innards out so they could be scavenged. Soon the buck was ready and Amarok hoisted it up, trying to keep from getting too much blood on himself since they'd strayed from the lake now, and with the buck now dressed it hardly weighed more than Zara herself. carrying it easily he made his way back to the camp, having been gone about thirty to forty minutes. "I'm back!" he called out to announce his presence and then came into view, using several of the leftover tent poles and the lean-to so he could hang the deer and let it bleed a bit and he began to skin it and carve meat from it. Saving some of the more tender parts for Zara, he used just a little salt and pepper for the venison steak, getting the cast iron pan hot over the fire and setting the steak in it to sizzle and start to char a bit. Only then did he turn to Zara. "That protein will help you heal. So what else do you need from me? Just let me know and I can gather things for you." Amarok said, showing his willingness to do as she said, unwavering. The venison would not take long to cook, and he'd carved a nice thick two inch steak, so several minutes per side and he would be able to put it on the flat steel plate before serving it to Zara.

 

[Ironic]

Quietly her lamentation continued, emptying out the stresses of the Trial, the pathetic swine that managed to hurt her enough to not be able to walk, but most of all how she treated Amarok. Here he was at her beckon call, not even trying to pick a fight but it was her who had done just that. “I’m sorry…” She muttered through her tears, sniffling as the storm began to clear.

His cradling did not stop once they’ve arrived to the lean-to, his hands gentle and caring as they caressed her backside. Deeply she purred, the sounds reverberating within their eardrums. Zara was beginning to realize that right now Amarok was all that she had in this very moment. Truthfully, he was all that she had ever had. Zara never had it easy, and if you knew her past you wouldn’t blame her for the way she’s acted throughout her life.

At the young age of 10 her parents fell victimized to Hepatitis C, unfortunately to drug related problems. Too poor for medical attention and with ongoing drug abuse their lives had been taken away from them, leaving Zara to fend for herself in a dangerous and big world. Living off the streets the feline was forced to scrummage through garbage for food that would keep her from starvation, occasionally stealing food products from vendors. This is where her stealth came into play, avoiding the ones who could take her away. With no one to teach her she would teach herself, becoming independent and always knowing that her way of doing things was the only way.

Years passed and 18 she was, exhausted of her way of living and wanting to change it. Daily she passed by the Bednia Academy, watching the pupils train, their grunting robust and filled with hope for the future. It was a good cause and would allow her to get her mind off from her past. Walking into the gates she peered over the students, thinking to herself that she wouldn’t be qualified for something so heavy-duty and filled with commitment. The interview was more simple than what she had anticipated, earning her a spot in the Academy right then and there. There she trained, picked up a job on campus, and lived at the dorm. Forever she will be grateful for the Academy for changing her way of living.

It caught Zara off guard once the wolf placed his gentle thumb beneath her eye to wipe away the remnants of tears knotted in her fur. Her eyes glued onto him in yearning, reading “Please, don’t go just yet.” This incident had changed the way she saw Amarok and herself, and if it could be reversed she wouldn’t have wanted that to change. Their relationship began to unsheathe, the spark igniting but not yet a flame. His reassuring words made her skin crawl with a weird yet new sensation. “O-Okay, be careful.” Concern painted over her words, her eyes worried for him after what happened to her.

As soon as the artic wolf took his leave Zara was left alone with her thoughts. Her heart beat like war drums, pounding away to the oncoming break of war. It wasn’t war they were thrashing to, but something on the complicated side. A sensation that was one she had not yet felt. The word was on the tip of her tongue, but never managed to pronounce. Shaking her head to get out of her trance she began to work on her wound.

Outstretching her hands above her ankle a weird slur of words came fourth, “Nevuj”, hands glowing an earthy green and her eyes now replaced with the color of glowing jade. The heat of the magic was warm, soothing and tingled the area that was being treated. Her wounds taking their time as the laceration gradually began to patch over with a scab. “Efil”, a heavenly beige swapped the green, her eyes following. This glow was more commanding, lively and reduced time. New skin patched over the scabs, fur slowly growing back and the bone connecting back to how it use to be. Since the gash wasn’t as damaging as she thought the healing time took as long as Amarok did, finishing up the final touches once he arrived. Zara’s body was extremely weak after using all of her magic power just on herself.

“Welcome back.” Cheerfully she greeted Amarok, smiling as she saw his handsome appearance. Venison filled the air with its meaty aroma, Zara licking her succulent lips at just the thought of devouring it. “I appreciate you.” She nodded as she accepted the plate of food after it was finished cooking. “I promise I won’t let you down again. I just got carried away with myself and I’ve learned by lesson. It was also embarrassing for you to see my sensitive side.” She couldn’t help but blush, taking an enthusiastic bite of the meat. “Mmm… lovely job!” She preached him, taking another mouthful of her meal.

Time had passed during their little adventure, the sun would soon set in a few hours. “Would you rather camp out here tonight or quickly head to the base of the mountains and station there before it gets too late?”

 

[Haruchai]

The kind words from Zara had Amarok taken aback, though he quickly recovered and had shot her a wink. "Back in a flash." he had told her before he took off. Even as he set about the somewhat grisly but necessary work to prep the buck, he turned over the situation in his mind. Zara was obstinate and a bit haughty. Not a good combination. Yet she was not totally heartless nor appreciative. He had seen the look in her eyes as he started to go. She didn't want him to. It was not something he had expected to see in the feline, not for any canine, but especially not for him.

That was something that had always bothered Amarok. The wolf didn't know all of Zara's background, but word spread and one had to work hard to separate fact from rumor. Amark knew she'd had a hard life, and he could not blame her for how she might view the world. As a Sword he suffered a bit as well. He knew the Healer looked down on him in a way, and her words yesterday had proved that. Viewed only a killer, only good for one thing; violence. Just because one was good at something did not mean that was who they were. A Sword was not who Amarok was. Unfortunately, it did not work the same for the other Jobs that the Academy gave its students. Zara was a Healer. It was something to take pride in. How did one take pride in the fact that they were viewed as a killer? Unless you were a sociopath you were somehow seen as necessary but relegated to a lesser status. Anyone could take a life, but not everyone could heal or give life.

Zara could do both.

With a sigh, but keeping his thoughts to himself Amarok had returned to the camp. The fact that performed a bit of healing on herself was a good thing, though Amarok would have been willing to carry her for the rest of the Trial if so needed. If he'd been surprised by her words and actions before, Amarokmwas absolutely floored by what she said next and he took a seat next to her, seeing that she was obviously in a weakened state. "You don't have to apologize for a thing. I hope you know that I appreciate you as well. We all have our foibles. If we didn't, we'd just live in a boring cookie-cutter world." he said with a chuckle, and patted her thigh. Bending down he peered at her ankle and the fresh tissue and fur. "How does it feel?" he asked, a little concerned.

The mention of whether to stay or go didn't bring much pause in his response. "We should stay put. Let you rest, heal that ankle a bit more. Harvest as much meat off this deer as we can, set it out in the hot sun to make some jerky, and then head to the foothill on the morrow. If we leave right now we'll have to discard a lot of that meat, or still take the time to cook it up so it doesn't go bad." he reasoned, though the thought of spending the night with her in the cabin, or even in the lean-to, was becoming more appealing as time wore on. Amarok watched to gauge her reaction to his assessment.

 

[Ironic]

Nodding her head she agreed on his decision, finishing up her meal as she sat her plate down. “It’s still tender, but I am weaker than anything after using my magic on myself. I was debating on taking a potion but I would rather save that for a time when it is needed.” She clasped her hands against her lap, thinking about the upcoming journey.

“They never bothered to explain to us why they needed that crystal, huh?” Her thumb stroked over her thigh, a confused expression glossing over her face. “They did say any questions would be regarded to Hegan, but I do not believe they would give him disclosed information such as this.” Zara answered her own inquire, wondering where the purpose of this Trial is heading. “I just feel as if we should know more about our mission, you know?”

Some time had passed as Zara laid there resting, closing her eyes but not fully asleep, meditating more than anything. It had helped her weakness in the past and cleared her mind from nagging thoughts. Bright swirls of orange, red and yellow swayed at the horizon, the sun falling as the moon dominated the night. “I’m feeling a bit better, I’m going to set up the cabin and call it a night. Tomorrow I will be back to normal.” She wiggled as she attempted to stand, her tail sticking outwards to help her balance and hands outstretched to catch herself if needed. It had hurt slightly to apply pressure on her recently healed ankle but it was required to get it use to walking again. “I am fine.” She answer Amarok though he did not question her condition, knowing that he was thinking it.

Steadily she paced herself toward Granite as he ate away at the grass, excavating through the baggage to retrieve the purple dice and some sleepwear. Twisting the dice its magic worked as before, the cabin setting in a suitable area alongside the lean-to. “I know I said this before but truly, thank you from the bottom of my heart. If you need anything before you sleep please feel free to get me.” She smiled at him warmly before taking resort inside the cabin, shutting the door behind her.

Effortlessly she peeled away the clothing that had blood leftovers scattered over it, a white wife beater tank top fitting against her torso and gray shorts gripping at her flawlessly rounded rear. The tiny perks of her nipples could be seen outlined on her shirt, her plump breasts having more room and stuck out further than usual. Zara crawled on the bed, laying on her right side and hands beneath her head for comfort. She closed her eyes, trying to sleep the night away so the next day would follow and things would be back to normal, but her growing heat caused her to shift in bed, groaning as she realized what was happening. “Fuck.” She muttered as she flipped to her back, the back of her hand pressing against her forehead in frustration. She couldn’t hide her heat from Amarok and there was no way of covering her scent. Luckily it was weak, but still had potential to be potent. All she could hope was that he wouldn’t comment on it or dismay the topic, but what if she acted on her instincts instead?

 

[Haruchai]

"I thought you might be a little tired after using some of your magic, so it is best we stay here and rest. There is no reason to rush ourselves. The mountains will be difficult enough without causing ourselves strain before we get to them." Amarok said, and took another bite of his venison steak. As Zara shared her thoughts about their Trial he looked thoughtful, and for those that would have known him well enough, pensive. The wolf's features were not the most expressive, but his facial ticks could be picked up on if he was observed. The white furred head shook slowly. "There's something we're not being told. I'm not sure exactly what it is, but you have to wonder why they paired us together for whatever Trial is laid before us. This is certainly no run-of-the-mill mission. Also having us meet a contact is highly unusual. Most teams are given more information from the outset, and we're being more fully briefed well away from the Academy. It is certainly unusual." Amarok mused, taking another bite.

Eyes intent on the shapely feline as she tentaively rose to her feet, wobbling due to both the weak and liekly sore ankle, as well as her general fatigue after using her Healer abilities, the wolf nodded as she declined help. If she said she was fine then he would not interfere, knowing that her pride might be bruised but sure that she would not do anything to herself to threaten their success. Amarok watched her retreat to the horse and soon the cabin was in place and Zara told him to ask her if he needed anything. "Will do. he told her.

Finishing up his steak he heard the soft low groan after a few minutes, and assumed that Zara was favoring her ankle. Paying it little heed he finished his meal and made sure that the fire was well stocked but burning low and slow before he would eventually rise and pad to the cabin. Pausing at the entrance his nose lifted to the air, nostrils flaring as a strange heady scent barreled into his olfactory sense like a thunderbolt. Blinking he realized immediately what it was, and though it was weak and not at full potency, there was no denying that feminine smell. The sweet musk of Zara's pussy was both a deterrent and an aphrodisiac, and Amarok swallowed hard, torn on how to proceed. He could see her curvy shapely form on the bed and his eyes drank in the sight of her. Her soft full breasts and her lush hips, those tiny nipple tents under the thin fabric, and Amarok realized that beneath his clothing the large somewhat blunt tip of his cock had slipped from its sheath and he drew a deep shuddering breath.

~Maybe best if I stay outside for a bit.~ he thought to himself, though he knew that the smell of Zara would only continue to fill the cabin with that lovely but dreaded scent, her pheromones driving him toward a precipice that he wondered if he dared to cross. She was beautiful, but she was also feline, and he canine. It was highly taboo in their world. Not unheard of, but certainly unusual. With a start he realized he was still standing in place, breathing in deep lungfuls of her essence, and Amarok wrenched himself away from the door, his thighs trembling and his member straining at the fabric of his clothing, not even fully unsheathed, but the clothing not loose and being intended for combat.

Padding to the lean-to he stripped to naught but the loincloth once more, the bright red shaft of his sex escaping from the confines of the loincloth, but the undergarment keeping him pressed to his inner thigh, his arousal growing and soon hanging close to his knee. Amarok took a seat and closed his eyes, trying to concentrate to meditate. After a short time he realized he was going to have to relieve himself to get any sleep, and so as quietly as he could he began to stroke that thick long cock, eyes closed and Zara on his mind.